After a long search, Zuhd found what he was looking for in a pocket inside the corpse's leather coat, and he pulled it out of the corpse's leather coat, shook it, and after making sure there was no blood, he kicked the body aside and left the beach. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Uncle Zuhd, what is this?" asked Red, curious, as Maim followed his brother's footsteps.

"The map, the map of this continent. Zuherd shook the parchment in his hand and replied with a smile, although his fangs made the smile more ugly than crying, but Zuherd was glad that among these orcs there was such a brain, otherwise he really didn't know how Grom and Tyrone Bloodfiend, and their men, would survive on this strange road.

While the orcs set foot on a new continent and worked hard to survive in the world of Azeroth, the alliance of humans, dwarves, and High Elves was struggling to repair the wounds inflicted by the invaders.

Descending south along the wetlands, through the Lok Modan Valley that surrounds Lake Locke, you will come to the barren lands, where the red soil of the barren lands and the black charcoal limestone formations that have accumulated over thousands of years of the burning plains will bring into view the bright scenery of the Red Ridge Mountains - from here, the territory of the Stormwind Kingdom.

Over the Red Ridge Mountains, to the west is the Elwyn Forest, to the east is the ocean, and to the south, a swamp even mudier than a wetland - for many years, countless pedestrians and merchants have lost their lives in the calm but murderous swamp here, and the grief of the loss of loved ones turned into tears of grief, which has become the origin of the name of this swamp.

From the swamp of sorrow further south, almost the entire continent of Azeroth, to what is now known as the "Cursed Lands" - this land was not called that before, but the remnants of the storm agreed that there was some kind of curse on this land, which caused them to be uprooted and displaced, and slowly, the name "Cursed Lands" replaced the original name of this land, and in just a few years, no one seemed to remember what it was originally called.

The Cursed Lands - As its name suggests, it seems to be cursed by some evil force, this is where the orcs first set foot on Azeroth, and where all the nightmares began.

It's not the first time Anduin Lothar has set foot on this land, just a few years ago—as short as the sword shadow still remembers him at the time—and he led the Iron Horse Brotherhood in a desperate battle against the orcs who had invaded the Stormwind Kingdom.

The ground beneath Anduin Lothar's feet was even redder than it had been then—as if endless blood had poured into it.

The marshal of the Stormwind Kingdom remembered those former subordinates - the Brotherhood of Iron Horses and the legions of Stormwind fought bloodily here, many warriors died, but the orcs paid more, if ...... If it weren't for Medivan's betrayal......

Anduin Lothar jumped off his steed and fell to his knees, his golden armor clanging against the hard earth of the Cursed Lands.

Anduin Lothar took off his steel gauntlets and caressed the ground beneath his feet, the scorching sun had made the whole land hot all morning, but Anduin Lothar paid no attention to the burning sting of his fingertips, for he had already burst into tears.

Brotherhood of the Iron Horse - All members of the Brotherhood have sworn to be siblings, but the valiant warriors have all died here, in the Karazan Mage Tower, and in Stormwind.

There was a "bang" behind Anduin Lothar, and behind him was an entire army - few in number, nearly a thousand - the Iron Horse Brotherhood who had survived the battle.

Tears fell on the scorching red earth, unable to splash even a puff of dust, and turned into a mist under the scorching sun—not only the tears of Anduin Lothar, but the tears of all the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood.

Time flies, but it can't take away the deep affection between robes, the grief of losing relatives, and the thoughts of leaving home.

All the warriors here have been working hard for this moment for some time - for this moment of returning to their homeland - but at this time, there is no joy in their hearts.

The price was too great, and the result came so suddenly that they were caught off guard.

If a few months ago someone had told them that they could return to their homeland and rebuild their homes today, every Stormwind soldier would spit on this person in the face - because it was utter nonsense.

But just over a month ago, they did, and they wiped out the orcs in the land, and even though Ser Anduin Lothar said that some of the orcs were still on the run, who cared?—they could return home, and although the land was ravaged by the orcs and in ruins, they would use their own hands to rebuild a more beautiful and powerful kingdom of Stormwind on the land.

"Teacher Lothar, King Terenus is still waiting for us. Varian Ureon also knelt on the ground, wiping tears from his eyes and reminding his teacher.

Anduin Lothar had thrown away his helmet and pressed his forehead to the scorching earth—he was praying for the rest of the robes where the bones were buried here—and the orcs had broken up, and humanity had finally won the war, though it was bloody.

"Let's go. Anduin Lothar rose from the ground, put on his helmet again, and the marshal, who was in the prime of life, jumped on his horse and looked further south, where his allies awaited his arrival, a real group of allies.

After more than half an hour of galloping, Anduin Lothar finally saw a large camp - there was a banner and dust, this was the army of the Human Alliance's southern expedition, most of them were composed of the army of the Kingdom of Stormgard, and not long ago, Anduin Lothar was one of the commanders of this army.

Riding his horse to the front of the camp, Anduin Lothar reined in his horse, the gate of the camp was open, and dozens of sentinels gathered around them, nervously holding their spears in their hands—though the orcs had retreated, the psychological shadow remained on every human warrior, who was always overly nervous.

"I'm Anduin Lothar. Marshal Stormwind jumped off his horse and shouted.

"Sir Lothar. A mighty warrior pushed through the guards and stepped out of the crowd, bowing slightly to Anduin Lothar, "Your Majesty King Soras, Your Majesty King Terenus, His Royal Highness Prince Danas, Archmage Antonidas, and other lords have been waiting for you in the barracks for a long time. ”